It was two minutes before the door opened and Oscar found himself facing Mullah Farzin bin Saud.The two men examined each other for a minute. Farzin t...ok in the suit, the beard, and the long hair of Oscar. It was a very different presentation of the man he had seen on television more than a year ago. If he hadn’t known who he was meeting, he would not have recognized him. Farzin said, “So you are the Desert Ghost.”“I am,” Oscar replied. He examined the Mullah taking in the black robe, the black. Weit offen stehend hätte der Mann mir wohl auch noch beide Hände in meine Rostete drücken können um meine Arschfotze auszudehnen. Ich war erschöpft und konnte mich nicht bewegen. Egal was nun noch passiert wäre, ich hätte es über mich ergehen lassen. Leider passierte aber nichts mehr… nun drehte ich mich um und sah wieder das Grinsen von Paul. „Jetzt meine Süße, kannste den dicksten Dildo mitnehmen, nech“.Der Mann aber war weg… was ich irgendwie bedauerte.Meine Haare waren zerzaust, mein. Both of their pants were unfastened and they too had hard stiff cocks sticking straight out. They must have liked the show.Craig had finished by this time and had finally removed his cock from my throat. I glanced over at the newcomers and smiled. I turned back to Craig, licked the remaining cum off his cock and after giving the head one final suck stood up and faced them. “Nice to hear you two can recognize talent when you see it and hope you liked the show but this was just a little pit stop. " he began, walking into what looked like a New Age nightmare. He looked around, swallowing hard and shaking his head slowly. It must have been a forensics lab at some juncture but it wasn't any more. Now it looked like a harem from another planet.It just underscored how different they were.Letting go of his hands, she turned to scoop up Bert, her skirt flying around her. "Bert is my best friend," she explained, giving him a hug, which resounded in a very loud fart. "He's great for stress.